Well, starting to use my blog again apparently means I’m going to spout a lot of random crap on here for a while, as it comes to mind. Ah well, no-one has to read it. Anyway, this time it’s about a bit of a strange topic. The reason for existence. Existence of what? People, humans… Me.
There are many theories on why we exist, often boiling down to either chance or a higher power. Dice or God. We’re here for no reason, or we’re here to do something for some reason. Mankind as a whole has either a purpose, or none at all. To me, however, this ultimate reality makes no difference. I’ll live my life, long or short as it may be, just being who I am. Every choice I make, I make not knowing what my future holds for me. Not knowing what impact it has on mankind as a whole.
I’m ignorant of the higher reality of things. Why we exists, what we’re here for. I just don’t know. What I do know, is that I’m here with no real personal purpose. Perhaps I’m a tiny cog in a giant machine, but I’m no different from any other cog in the sense that I’m replaceable. If I were to die tomorrow, the world would go on, mankind would not cease to exist, it’d continue into a future unknown, leaving me in a place unknown.
What happens after my life or before it has little effect on how I’ll live it. I’ll make my choices looking for things that make me happy, doing the things I want to do. This is perhaps a selfish view. However, ultimately, every act of any person is a selfish act. We only ever (deliberately) do things which (we hope) will improve our lives in one way or another.
Why we’re here isn’t really a question worth answering, in my book. All I know is that I’m here to find happiness, silly as that sounds. Whether I find it or not is up to the future, though at present I could be doing a lot worse. Of course, there’s always room for improvement.